The breeze speaks soft in gentle ways,
Through quiet nights and sunny days.
It brings us tales from far away,
Of oceans deep and skies of gray.
It softly hums as day turns night,
Of dreams that hide beyond our sight.
Of hearts that drift like clouds above,
And songs that speak of endless love.
But in its voice, I hear so clear,
A peaceful sound that draws me near.
For though the world may change and spin,
The breeze will always find its wind.
So let it take you where it may,
To places new and skies of gray.
For in its whispers, calm and sweet,
The breeze will guide your wandering feet.
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